Creis was blown back, though he managed to grab a branch to his right. As Sirrus prepared his crossbow shot, Creis started swinging, back and forth, gaining momentum, until at last he flipped forward, attempting to kick the crossbow out of Sirrus' hands.

Sirrus's crossbow spiraled down. "So, face-to-face, eh?" Sirrus Got static flowing through his claws, and then aimed for Creis's Chest, right below his neck.

Creis dropped his sword to his chest, stopping the claws. The static traveled through the blade, but was stopped by the insulated hilt. "Woah," Creis called out in shock. He then attempted to kick Sirrus in the shin with his metal boot.

Sirrus slid back, but lost his balance, he fell. as he fell he aimed for another branch on another tree. he grasped one, about 10ft off the ground. "C'mon, certainly you can do better than that!" Sirrus calls out.

Creis jumped to a branch above where Sirrus hung. He gripped his sword and sliced at Sirrus' hands, hoping to injure and cause him to fall.

Sirrus forced his weight on the branch, causing it to snap before the sword caused serious damage. his finger got sliced, but still useable. "err..." sirru dropped the branch. "Now I'll finish you!" he set the end of the branch on fire, being that not much, the fire was close to Creis.

Creis dropped from the tree, landing in a crouched position below the burning tree. "Are you ready to answer my question? Or do you need more convincing?" Creis asked in a sarcastic, though still moderately serious tone.

"you're good, I'll give you that." Sirrus says. "But I don't need a distraction now. My goal is clear." Sirrus grabbed his crossbow and jumped back. "Now." he wispered. the air started to get cold, wind got stronger once more, rain fell and began to form puddles instantally. thunder rang out as lightning struck a nearby tree causing it to fall. the crash shook the earth. "Are you ready?" sirrus said, putting his crowwbow away. "No backing off now."

Naomi stopped and watched as the two battled "What is that thing that man was talking about? She whispered to herself, as she rubed her heel. "No matter, I won't let him get away with this!" She then continued running at Sirrus.

Creis stood his ground, staring into Sirrus' eyes. He flourished his weapon, slicing the air with each swipe. "En guarde!" Creis cried. He held his sword in position, ready to parry any direct attack. He still felt anxious, with the surrounding storms, and Sirrus' ability to control them. "I hope this isn't a lost cause..." he muttered to himself.

Nate watched the battle with s****. He had pulled out a packet of popcorn and was now attempting to cook it over the fire.

[[Hammerspacing, eh, Nate? So Nate carries popcorn wherever he goes?]]

OOC: Never leaves home without it.
Just like his fake hand on a stick.
Uhhh... What'e hammerspacing?

Sirrus attempted to kick Creis's Shin causing him to fall. If successful, Sirrus slashes the sword out of Creis's hand while vonerable. If failed, Sirrus jumps back and attempts to attack Naomi.

Sirrus's foot hit Creis directly in his leg plate, the metal unscathed from the blow. As Sirrus jumped back, Creis pursued him, hopping from branch to branch, attempting to stop his attack on Naomi.